“I think these are revealing enough,” I say. The briefs are made up of the same lace embroidery and tulle mix, although right now, they’re only showing off my normal underwear that I’m wearing underneath.
“There’s no such thing as too revealing when it comes to lingerie.” Lauren winks at me, and I roll my eyes at her.
“You’re getting it, right?” Lauren asks.
“I’m not sure. What about you? Don’t you have a man you could buy something for?” I ask, trying to take some of the attention off of me.
“Sadly, no.” She sighs. “But we don’t buy lingerie for men, Grace. We buy lingerie because it makes us feel sexy. Their reaction is just a bonus.” She grins. “You can’t tell me that a part of you doesn’t feel sexy wearing that piece?” She raises a brow in question.
“I… don’t know.” I feelself-conscious,and it’s hard to feel much beyond that.
“I still think you should get it,” she says.
“I’ll think about it,” I say.
“Well, maybe I’ll have to try something of my own on then while you think,” she says, standing from the couch.
Back in the changing room, I take another moment to look at myself in the mirror. The memory of being in the bathroom with Sebastian that first night comes back to me. “Beautiful,”he’d said. With the memory of his lips moving over my scars, and his words playing in my head, I drop my hands to try to see what he sees.
Turning to the side, I watch as the material flows, showing off peeks of my body. Since living with Sebastian, I’ve put a little bit of weight back on, and my subtle curves have started to come back. I don’t have big breasts by any means, but the way the triangle bralette is barely big enough to cover my nipples makes the swell of my breasts more pronounced.
The longer I look at myself, the more I understand what Lauren is saying. Although I still can’t stop myself from imagining what Sebastian would think of me wearing this for him. I have to admit that seems to play a part in my decision of whether or not to buy it. Peeling the lingerie off, I change back into my clothes and leave the changing room open for Lauren, who goes in straight after me.
My phone sounds as I sit on the couch outside of the changing rooms, waiting for Lauren to try on whatever she has picked out, and I smile when I see a text from Sebastian.
Sebastian:How’s your day going?
I think about what he said this morning and type out my message with a grin.
Me:Crazy…
It’s kind of true, though. Lauren has dragged me to store after store until we had so many bags that my arms hurt from carrying them all. Although, most of the bags were mine. I’d fought Lauren at first. It hadn’t felt right spending Sebastian’s money, especially on things I didn’t need—I’d survived long enough on what I had. She started wearing me down, though, and it turns out Lauren can be pretty convincing, even if she’s telling you that you need to buy a certain dress or a particular pair of shoes.
Lauren ended up with a few of her own shopping bags. If she really liked something, she bought it, but it was obvious she wasn’t just buying everything simply because she could.
Sebastian:Of course it is…
I let out a small laugh, imagining his sigh, but another text comes through.
Sebastian:As long as you’re having a good time. I don’t care about the money.
My heart swells reading his message and for the fact that he helped organise this today.
Me:Actually, I think I am. Thank you for this.
I probably look like an idiot grinning at my phone, but I almost choke when his next message comes through.
Sebastian:Are your panties full of my cum yet?
I’d been having a good enough time that I hadn’t actually needed thedistractionhe’d given me this morning, but now I was hyperaware. He’d said he wanted me tofeelhim inside me today,his release, and whether or not both parts of his plan had worked, I certainly still felt a delicious ache between my legs. If my underwear hadn’t been damp before, I’m almost certain it was now—the memory of Sebastian pounding into me with long, deep strokes until my protests of today’s trip were all but obliterated flashing through my mind. What do I even write back to that?I don’t know how to be sexy or how to dirty talk.Adjusting myself on the small couch, I try to think of a response.
Me:I’m looking for newpantiesas we speak…
The message sits typed out on my phone, and I chew my lip as I stare at it. It might be stretching the truth a little, and it’s a bit of a non-answer, but it’s all I can think of at the moment. I have no idea if it’s asexyresponse, but the longer I stare at it, the more I start to lose my nerve. Before doubt can creep in anymore, I decide to just send the message.
Just as I hit send, Lauren walks out of the changing room, and my mouth drops open.
“So, what do you think?” she asks, lifting her arms to show off the whole outfit.